Ovidiu Bufnila
04-08-2011, 02:22 AM
Red Orchestra
by Ovidiu Bufnila
"Play for us!" the revolutionist from Cape Horn shouted, inviting the red orchestra to get out of the rocket.
The coy players prepared their instruments. They took out their scores. They kind of forced a smile. They started playing. While doing so, they were visibly turning red.
"What's wrong with these guys?" one of the revolutionists wanted to find out, wiping his nose on the royal flag.
"They're from March, boss", an operetta revolutionist shouted, sticking out his chest and turning up his small eyes.
"Martians!" the Former Revolutionist laughed. "Too bad. If they were Stalinists, it would mean something." And saying these words he played ducks and drakes with the red orchestra players, sweeping them by a single laser ray.
by Ovidiu Bufnila
"Play for us!" the revolutionist from Cape Horn shouted, inviting the red orchestra to get out of the rocket.
The coy players prepared their instruments. They took out their scores. They kind of forced a smile. They started playing. While doing so, they were visibly turning red.
"What's wrong with these guys?" one of the revolutionists wanted to find out, wiping his nose on the royal flag.
"They're from March, boss", an operetta revolutionist shouted, sticking out his chest and turning up his small eyes.
"Martians!" the Former Revolutionist laughed. "Too bad. If they were Stalinists, it would mean something." And saying these words he played ducks and drakes with the red orchestra players, sweeping them by a single laser ray.